True Gods

I now know the ruler of this kingdom
They ask I leave his name unsaid
But I stand true to face my fears
And give salute to the king of the dead.

No ruler there in heaven
I have no time for hell
These are only children playthings
In this tragedy I tell

For Death is a true God
And his companion is Life
lover and mortal enemies
the balance hangs upon a knife

I have been graced by Mistress Life
And Lord Death shall follow she
We will meet face to face without fear
for I hold the trump card. Immortality

FRAIL STRENGTH

These bodies of frailty strike a pose
As the mind sleeps in liquid bliss
The blade glitters of distant lights
A rarity i would truly miss

A short hurtful gasp
and released is all will power
The crimson blood flows
from your toppled ivory tower

in this passive aggressive
oxymoron labeled life
it's thrill or be killed
but it's you who holds the knife

your ignorance of suffering
is a blindfold for the blind
while denial is the razor blade
that cuts this ironic mind

Telegram

Hello to you back in the real world.
This is your favorite fallen star sending word,
of my failed attempt at normal life
and how my efforts seemed so damn absurd.
STOP!
The tears have dried and the wails have ceased.
My resentment has reached a new plateau.
But my feelings for you have risen,
Why did you have to forget me so?
STOP!
So I let my subconsciousness slip into the dark.
A straight jacket my only hug,
My shadow my only friend,
Buried deep in the hole i have dug.
STOP!
So goodbye to you in the real world,
This fallen star has burned out.
I am locked away in my rejection,
For you have befallen me with but a shout.
STOP! Please?